When I logged in just now the number of views my profile has gotten was at 3333. How fitting.
I explained the 33 1/3 birthday party to one of my co-workers today and I'm not sure she totally got it. But someone eavesdropping chimed in that it's creepy that it's happening on 03/03. That's good planning by my parents. I ain't no fool; I know about picking numbers.
Tomorrow is also the Boy's Festival in Japan, so get your fish flags flying.
This co-worker had also never heard of an unbirthday, so I immediately pulled up the unbirthday song by the Mad Hatter in both English and Hungarian (the Hungarian version has been pulled by WD already, those fuckers). The Brazillian/Portuguese version is, apparently, still available, though. Unbirthday parties are really the way to go, especially if you're feeling kind of crap on any given day. I would prefer it to be right now, except for the required cleaning the house part and the baking cupcakes part.
Today was an especially ridiculous day at work. Tomorrow is the lunar eclipse and I'm pretty sure it was making people squirrely. My co-worker and I made captioned photos for another co-worker who was mistakenly mentioned in her community paper as being in charge of something that is actually done by a committee; she was worried people would think she was being arrogant or trying to take all the credit, but the writer just neglected to report a few important facts. The first photo was of the writer with a caption like, "I am watching you..." and the other was of Glen Campbell with the caption, "I was on the committee, too, and I didn't get mentioned..." She keeled over and we all had a bit of a problem breathing with that last one. I think I chose Glen Campbell because a) it's a terrible picture, likely from when he got arrested for drunk driving and b) we talked about him earlier because we think his nose has had some... ahem... work done.
I'm starting to feel like I'm not doing any work at work at all. But it's probably because I've been working on the same fricking database crap I've been working on the last year. It's neverending. Even when I'm at work doing homework I'm not doing anything; I haven't been able to finish an assignment I've been working on all week, and it isn't even that hard. And it's really boring to talk about.
When I said I was trying to be an adult this week, it had more with trying to be nicer to certain people and less with the fact that I'm fucking my life up with my inability to motivate myself to care about anything.
The plan tonight was to get supplies for tomorrow and prep whatever I could, finish a few projects, and clean the house completely. Now I just want to curl up into a tiny little ball in the dark and listen to Dashboard Confessional. (Have you see the video on emo kids?) What I need is a personal assistant who will do everything and let me take the credit for it. And I need said assistant in the next 10 minutes or else I'm going to take a nap.
On the upside, I've got some new technology from the toy store for tomorrow that is pretty exciting.
Currently listening :
Smart Bomb
By Thrush Hermit
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